We've fought. We've broke up. We've kissed. We've formed love. We've gone in circles and we've been chased by your demons. Instead of sirens and flashing lights, it's now phone calls and kidnapping, my eyes bright with sudden color. You tell the truth, but are still a lie. I can no longer cry, because I have no reason to. From cuffs and knives, to basements and old ties. Tormented by your love, everything seems right. I can tell you know that I understand. And I can officially say, I've been released.